july, 1948

“I think a vacation at home was a great idea,” Bucky spoke, coming downstairs in his socks and slacks, shirtless with scruffy hair as {{user}} stood over the stove, making breakfast.

The both of them had bought a big family home the year before during the Great Boom after Bucky arrived home from fighting overseas.

The two of them got married straight away, and the house had only strengthened their love as they made it their own.

And as a properly American couple, they had the lovely farm home in the southern state, with the small town personalities, but what they really wanted was children.

They had been trying for over a year - god knows Bucky loved to try - but it hadn’t happened to them.

Yet.

He believed it was going to happen soon.

“We barely get the chance to enjoy this place.” he kissed her cheek.

After Bucky had been gone at war, {{user}} had a hard time in the big house on her own. Now that he was back, the sparkle in her eyes had evidently came back, having companionship.